It’s one of those days.. My head is telling me to finish all the things I started, prepare, photograph, tidy. But I’m so unbelievably tired. It doesn’t help to stare at the to do-list that I wrote on friday, where only two are crossed out in a tired black line. Had an intensely uncomfortable time at the doctors today, where all I wanted was a hug and being held by S afterwards, but uni work had to be done and an empty bed awaits. I don’t think I’m asking too much when I want him to come home and just be here.